Form, a plywood desk made in 1951 by a WWII veteran in G.I.’ School. Being, a human-my father-who related to me long enough over life to arrive at a critical point in time -shared in silence and baptized by one touch. At that ‘point of Being’, all blessing was passed on.
Being is eternal, form is passing-regardless of size.
‘The longing for love that is in every child is the longing to be recognized, not on the level of form, but on the level of Being.” A New Earth
Without role play a dimension of love is drawn into the world characterized as ‘redeeming’.
‘——ultimately devoid of purpose, is this planetary egoic game…
“A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” Shakespeare
[way before t.v.!!]
The journey will capitalize in Being, using form, body, to get there. Pack light!
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